Page 52 of Joined By Magic

I whimpered and pressed harder, rubbed faster. I stayed balanced on the edge of pleasure, the torture of anticipation too much to bear. My movements became frantic with need. I ground my hand against my clit so hard I’d be sore the next day, but still couldn’t find the magic spot that would give me release.

“Having trouble?”

The amusement in Leo’s voice sent a shiver through me, and my suspicion burned bright. “What did you—”

“If I can’t trust you to behave yourself, I have to take precautions.”

I stilled my hand, my body spasming in frustration as my restraints fell away. Leo slid the vibrating object out of me and unwound the blindfold as I tried to process his words. His face came into view, pure, dark satisfaction etched onto his features. “I’ve given you a new mark. Now I own your pleasure in truth. You’ll never come unless I allow it.”

“What?” My limbs went weak as his meaning hit home.

“Look.”

I bent, eyes locked on the place my thighs joined. A mark, the twin to the one on my wrist, sat on the smooth skin right above my clit. I opened my mouth to talk, but my thoughts crashed together and stole my breath. He’d done what? It wasn’t fair. Was it? Part of me shuddered in horror at the thought, while another part softened and soaked it in. He owned my pleasure in every way.

“But—You can’t.”

“Oh? And why is that? You love being my toy, don’t deny it.” He touched the new mark, and magic spiraled through it, lighting up all the pathways straight into my core. I moaned as he pulled his hand away and the sensation continued. “I can activate this from anywhere in the world now. Even when we’re apart, I can have you begging for release or screaming out in pleasure.”

I collapsed on the table as his words wrapped around me and the burning need between my legs consumed everything else. I spread my knees, looking at him with pleading eyes as my hand found its own way back to my soaked core, grinding uselessly against my clit. “Please?”

“There’s the magic word.” A smile touched his lips, and he gripped me with gentle hands before pulling me off the table and bending me over it. His belt rattled as his trousers hit the floor, then his hand pressed into my back. My breasts squashed against the smooth wood, and I stood on my tiptoes.

The tip of his rock-solid cock rubbed back and forth over my entrance, then I groaned as he slid inside me. The position and the plug made for a tight fit, and the solid sensation of being filled sent a loose wave of satisfaction through my limbs. All the way in, he paused and sighed.

“Are you my good girl?” He pulled out and thrust back in, and a bright pulse of pleasure flowed through my new mark. I cried out.

“Yes! Always.”

He bent and kissed my temple. “Don’t forget it again.”

His hips moved as he drove into me with deep, punishing thrusts. The table shook, and his magic seared through me, lighting me up from the inside. His breath grew ragged, and he pounded me harder as my body screamed, right on the edge of release. “Please, Leo.”

Something shifted, and my release hit me all at once, a climax so intense my head spun and a wave of dizziness struck me along with the pleasure. My hands clenched on nothing, and a strangled, animal sound tore from my lips. I lost all strength, and his hands landed on my hips, holding me in place as he pistoned into me. The pleasure stretched out, an endless ocean of bliss as he grunted, body tense, and hit his own climax. He clutched my shoulder, fingers digging in as he moaned.

My orgasm faded away, leaving me a shaky mess. Leo’s weight held me down, and I couldn’t move or think. Peace enveloped me, even though part of my brain still railed in shock against the freedom he’d just taken from me. The control he now had over my body. At that moment, most of me didn’t care. Sleepy, satisfied happiness consumed me.

Leo carefully removed the plug, picked up my limp form, and carried me in to our bed. I sighed as he covered me with the blankets, then undressed and climbed in beside me. His warm, naked skin pressed up against mine, and I snuggled in with a shiver. I was cold, but his body heat soon warmed me through.

His fingers traced patterns on my stomach. “I’ll never deny you for long. As long as you’re good, you’ll be happy.”

I muttered nonsense in return, and he held me tighter. “You’re perfect, Liv. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I mumbled, then closed my eyes and surrendered to the swamping tiredness. He kissed the back of my head as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Liv

Thenextmorning,aswe dressed for the day, I told Leo about the confrontation with the king. I braced for a lecture, but instead, he shook his head with a heavy sigh.

“It had to happen at some point. You did well to get my dad away.” The depth of sadness in his eyes tugged at something in my chest. “I hate the thought of them being in the same room. Of Dad having to be polite. It makes me sick, but I don’t know what else to do. I have to be here, and I can’t send Dad to some estate by himself.”

“He wouldn’t go anyway. He enjoys feeling useful. His days are busy, at least, helping Peter. There’s a lot to do.”

Leo gave me a long, searching look. “I’m glad you’re keeping busy, but you can’t bury yourself in administration work forever. You’re coming to an event with me tonight. A dinner party with the king and a few select nobles.”

I groaned, eyes skyward. “Do I have to? They’ll just pretend I don’t exist. Bring along a life-size doll and stick my face on it, no one will notice.”

---